We have a tooth. I repeat, there is toothage. I snuck a look last night and there’s a bit of white sneaking out of the gums on top. Took him down the hall to his mom and she confirmed that, yes, baby has a new tooth. I even ran a finger across the upper gum and could feel a little non-gum area, after which Zane chewed on an offered binky (he NEVER wants a binky) like there was no tomorrow.

Here’s another instance where babies are nothing like dogs. With Zeke I could lay him on the floor and scrape plaque off his teeth with a sharp dental instrument. Zane thinks its the end of the world if you sneak a look at his gums. Where’s the trust?